darjr
I crit!
We first spotted them days ago. Drifting on the winds. Slowly getting closer. Looming and giant, tentacled monstrosities with whole armies on their backs. High above they soar, not cumbersome brutes, more like graceful giants they slowly approach.
They don't arrive, they burst into action, manta's pouring off their backs to dive bomb and grab victims tossing them high into the air and to their screaming deaths. The larger ones are ridden by javelin armed soldiers who have a keen eye and an endless supply.
Then the sky darkens. Not by the build of the cloud like abominations, nor by hoards of arrows, but by uncountable boulders launched by siege weapons safely ensconced on their backs.
Then I get deeply angry, do the gods hate us so much? The enemy will wipe us out, hardly trying, and then forget us.
They don't arrive, they burst into action, manta's pouring off their backs to dive bomb and grab victims tossing them high into the air and to their screaming deaths. The larger ones are ridden by javelin armed soldiers who have a keen eye and an endless supply.
Then the sky darkens. Not by the build of the cloud like abominations, nor by hoards of arrows, but by uncountable boulders launched by siege weapons safely ensconced on their backs.
Then I get deeply angry, do the gods hate us so much? The enemy will wipe us out, hardly trying, and then forget us.